All Chapters of Stripper's love: Addicted to Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Night I broke free

I have always known that I was hated. I have always known that my stepmother had the final says in the house. But this This was entirely different. I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, stepmother and sister looked at me like I was trash. Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life. Like it meant nothing. "You should be grateful to us," my father's voice said, "You are marrying into the Sinclair family, the richest mafia family in the West Coast." Grateful? I couldn't help but scoff as my eyes met his. "Why? I left this family three years ago from you all, now you called me telling me all this, why do you hate me so much? I whispered, my chest squeezing in pain. "Oh please, stop with the drama, take a look at yourself, you think we don't know you are a stripper at a club, would you love you if you were you?" my sister Eliza asked, and my stepmother chuckled like it was funny. "You sold me to a mafia family for your gambling debt and you're la

Staring Danger

That night, I stayed with Priscilla, crashing at her place while I figured out my own apartment. But sleep refused to come. My mind kept replaying every moment the way Sebastian looked at me, his dangerous gaze lingering like it had burned into my very spine. I had done everything they asked at the club, but no one could have prepared me for the storm of emotions swirling inside me. By morning, I dragged myself to work at the coffee shop. The smell of fresh espresso did nothing to calm my restless mind. Priscilla chattered as usual, trying to fill the air with mundane stories, but I barely heard her. My thoughts kept cycling back to him, his touch, the heat of his stare, even the memory of that fleeting kiss. Then, the small TV behind the counter caught my attention. CBS was reporting live: the Sinclair family had returned to town. Brothers? My heart skipped a beat. I thought Sebastian was the only son and heir. Nobody had ever seen him up close like I had like I had. And now they

Blood and Desire

Weeks had passed since I last saw Sebastian. He hadn’t come around the club, and according to the manager, the same mysterious man hadn’t reached out. No messages, no calls, nothing. I didn’t know what was happening in the city, but I was aware of the danger. Sebastian’s family the Sinclair were notorious, part of the mafia elite, and they had enemies on the West Coast trying to claim their territory. That night, I was returning home from the club alone. Priscilla had gone to her boyfriend’s place, leaving me to navigate the streets in the darkness. When I reached the entrance to my flat, I froze. Sebastian was there. Lying in a pool of blood. Shock froze my limbs. Fear clawed at my chest. I dropped my bag and rushed to him, lifting him into my arms as best I could. Panic surged. I didn't know what to do, who to call. I grabbed my first aid kit, desperate, and began to stop the bleeding. His hands were cold as ice, his skin pale against the red stains, and for a moment, I thought h

please Sebastian, put it in

In an instant, he moved. His hands came to my waist, steadying me, while the other gently took my wrists. My back met the mattress and I could feel the warmth of him nearby, a reminder of how close we were. I gasped, my whole body tense. His hand rose, not to my throat, but to cradle the side of my face, tilting my chin up until our eyes met. We hadn't even done anything meaningful, and already I was more drawn to him than I had ever been in my entire life. I swallowed hard, meeting his piercing hazel eyes. I bit my lip, nervous and eager all at once. "Sebastian." Sebastian pov) My gaze swept down her body, stopping at the red lingerie clinging to her curves. It did exactly what it was meant to, it made her look sinfully irresistible. But right now, it was in my way. With one sharp tug, I yanked the bra down. Her breast spilled out, soft, full, perky. The sight alone made my cock twitch again. I looked at her face, cheeks flush deep crimson, eyes darting away before trying to

Are you a Virgin?

Celestia My whole body froze.It felt as if something had entered me and ripped through everything I thought I knew about pleasure and about myself."Fuck." The word tumbled from my lips as my head fell back against the pillow, spine arching slightly. My thighs trembled, and every muscle in my stomach clenched tight, like I was burning from the inside out.He paused above me. That gorgeous, unreadable man's brow furrowed slightly, like something unexpected had just clicked into place."Are you a virgin?" he asked, his voice low.I stared up at him, vision slightly blurry, blinking back the tears that had gathered in my eyes. I didn't know if they were from the stretch or the sudden rush of pleasureAnd what kind of question was that? Why the hell was he asking? While still inside me, his fingers still moved in that spot that had my heart jumping for more with every passing second?I was too ashamed to answer, I knew he wouldn’t push further unless I spoke, and somehow that made it wo

The Morning After

Celestia“I don’t think you should get too relaxed just yet.”His voice drifted through the room, low and smooth, pulling me out of the haze that had swallowed my senses moments ago.I blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling above Sebastian’s bed. My wrists were still loosely tied to the headboard with the black tie, and my body felt heavy in the most unfamiliar way—like every muscle had melted and reformed.My heart was still beating too fast.Sebastian’s silhouette shifted beside the bed. I turned my head slightly, watching him as he moved around the room with effortless confidence, like this space belonged entirely to him.Which… it did.The realization sent a small wave of embarrassment through me.I tugged lightly at the tie around my wrists. Not enough to escape, just enough to remind myself it was there.“Are you going to untie me?” I asked quietly.He paused at the foot of the bed, his gaze sweeping over me again in that intense way that made my stomach twist.“You sound calmer

Crossfire

CelestiaThe music inside New Bay Bar felt louder than usual.Or maybe it was just me.Every beat echoed inside my head as I stood near the manager’s office door, staring at the faded gold plate that read MANAGER.My hand hovered over the handle.For three years this place had been my refuge. My hiding place. The one place where I had control over my life.But last night had changed everything.Sebastian Sinclair had changed everything.I inhaled slowly and pushed the door open.Mr. Grant looked up from his desk, adjusting his glasses when he saw me.“Celestia? You're early. Your shift doesn’t start for another hour.”“I know,” I said quietly.Something in my voice must have sounded different because his expression shifted.He leaned back in his chair.“What’s wrong?”I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.“I’m quitting.”The silence that followed was thick.Mr. Grant blinked. “You’re… what?”“I’m leaving.”He studied my face carefully like he was searching for the punchline.

The Price of Mercy

CelestiaMy hands were covered in blood.Sebastian’s blood.The sight of it made my stomach twist violently, but I forced myself not to panic. Panic wouldn’t help him.“Stay with me,” I whispered, pressing my hands harder against the wound on his side.Sebastian leaned heavily against the black car, his breathing slow but uneven. The street around us was eerily quiet now. Only the distant sound of sirens remained.His men had already cleared out.So had the Viper Syndicate.Leaving just the two of us in the aftermath of chaos.“You should go,” Sebastian muttered. I stared at him like he had lost his mind.“You just got shot.”“It’s not fatal.” “You’re bleeding through your shirt!”His lips twitched faintly, like he found my panic amusing. “I’ve had worse.”That didn’t make me feel better. “Where’s your car?” I demanded.He nodded toward the black sedan parked near the curb.I wrapped his arm around my shoulders and helped him walk. He was taller and heavier than me, but adrenaline ga

Blood Tie

CelestiaThe apartment felt smaller than usual.Too quiet.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the faint bruise forming on my wrist from where the Viper Syndicate man had grabbed me the night before. Everything had happened so fast.The gunshots. Sebastian getting shot. His father beat him in front of everyone.My stomach twisted again at the memory. I didn’t belong in that world.Men like Sebastian Sinclair lived in shadows filled with violence, power, and blood.And somehow… I had stepped directly into it.My phone buzzed suddenly on the table beside me.Unknown number. I hesitated before answering.“Hello?” A voice I hadn’t heard in years responded.“Celestia.” My entire body went cold.That voice. “Dad?” The word tasted bitter on my tongue. “You finally remembered how to answer your phone,” he said casually. My grip on the phone tightened.“How did you get this number?” “That’s not important.” Of course it wasn’t.Nothing was ever important to him except money.“What do you want

The shadow watching

CelestiaSleep didn’t come easily that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same moment again and again.Sebastian standing in front of me.The gun. The flash.The bullet tore through his side.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling of my tiny apartment. The dim streetlight outside leaked through the curtains, painting pale lines across the cracked plaster.Why did he do that? Why would someone like Sebastian Sinclair risk his life for someone like me?It made no sense.Sebastian was powerful, ruthless, dangerous.Men like him didn’t save people. They destroyed them.Yet when the guns were pointed at me… he told his men to lower theirs. And he paid the price for it. My chest tightened at the memory of what happened afterward.His father’s rage. The way that man slapped him in front of everyone.Even wounded, Sebastian didn’t fight back.Something about that moment unsettled me deeply.The Sinclairs were powerful enough to make entire cities tremble… yet Sebastian sti

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